Page 6 of The Lord who Seduced Me
Cabe
London, England Nov 1812
After they had landed back in England, Cabe threw himself into anything he could to keep occupied. His workouts, his reading, anything. He had to keep his mind off the siren that held his attention from day one.
He wanted to go to her. To hold her in his arms and taste her lips again. To smell her perfume in the air. To see her perfect, beautiful face. Cabe shut his eyes and pictured it again.
It was not hard. Her face was all he saw all day, every single bloody day.
He pulled his charcoal and a piece of paper out and once again, drew her face from his memory. He had hundreds of these drawings all over his room, and throughout his house.
His steward knew who she was. His entire staff knew that he had a woman, but that it was complicated at the moment. No one had judged him and when he finally got his brain to cooperate with him, he would make her his.
Cabe sighed. He needed to forget that line of thinking. As much as he wanted her to be his, he needed to let her go. He would never drag her into a life like his. Not now.
Especially not now. Not after the letter he received earlier. The Renegade was back.
And the man was determined to finish what he started. Cabe hated him with every fiber of his being.
He was the reason Cabe would not talk to Rose any longer. He was too worried that the Renegade would come for her.
And he had no doubt that if he got a hold of her, her life would never be the same. If she even survived that is.
So, instead of going to her, holding her, letting her know in no uncertain terms that she was his, he would settle for drawing her.
Different versions of her face. Just her eyes. Just her lips. Just her cleavage he saw peeking from her dresses more than once. Whatever he saw in his mind that day, he would draw every aspect of her beauty.
Cabe put his charcoal away when he drew her eyes, the way they looked right after he kissed her the first time. He had captured her heavy lids, knowing that he longed to see her like that again. Some day.
He hung it up, trying not to yearn for her as he did, and then went back to his desk.
He had work that needed to be done. Places to search that had sightings of the Renegade in the past. He pulled out a paper and marked off another location he could look at.
He needed to find the Renegade before he could get close to or harm Rose. He would not let the Renegade get close to her. Not if he could help it.
He would do everything in his power to finish their feud once and for all.
He needed to move on with that part of his life and he felt as if he always had a cloud hanging over his head. Like a weight on his shoulders that would never lift.
He needed to stop obsessing about this, but it was not easy.
Tonight, he would be going to a ball for a new change of pace. He had to check with his contacts and see if they had heard anything.
He looked forward to it and dreaded it at the same time. He knew Rose would be in attendance. And, he would have to watch her dance with other men.
Men that had impure thoughts about his woman. He knew they were having impure thoughts about her. He could see it in their faces. He hated seeing her smile at them and seeing them touch her body. It was his.
Every part of her, but he could not claim her. Not yet. He had to get this threat taken care of first. And then he would come for her. Come hell or high water. Leg, or no leg. Confident or not that she would want him like he did her. He needed her. And he was tired of waiting to hold her.
Cabe spent the rest of the day surrounded by Rose, and writing different letters, and trying to figure out where the Renegade was staying. Or if he was in England at all. He needed to get every piece of the puzzle figured out. And then, he would be able to kill the man.
Finally. He told Nathaniel that the Renegade was his. He would have the pleasure of killing him. After taking so much from him, it was his right.
Cabe took a deep breath and looked down at his new leg. It fit better and was lighter than the others and he needed it to be so.
Tonight, without her knowledge, he would stake his claim on her. It was time.
Cabe got up from his chair in his office and stood, stretching his large frame. He needed a bath, some food and to get dressed.
